Chapter 233 Hidden Script

There was no crying, no noise, and no crazy screaming after Peter Pettigrew said this.

The wizards who were leaning against each other immediately and obediently placed all their belongings neatly on the open space.

Then they lined up and walked to the door one by one. During this process, a few brave wizards even tried to communicate with each other.

Peter Pettigrew also responded gracefully to all of them, even to the point of seeing a lady getting anxious or nervous.

When she stood up, she sprained her ankle, and politely asked the two ladies sitting next to her to help her out first.

And directly and generously exempted the other party from paying the money and property that should be paid this time.

She has elegant manners and witty conversation. If it weren't for the blood of those goblins on her face.

These wizards were almost forgetting the strange weapon in the other party's hand just a few seconds ago.

Killed almost all the goblins in the room.

"Alright gentlemen, please bow your heads and put your hands on the shoulders of the people in front of you."

"Leave in an orderly manner, do not look back or make any movements to avoid misunderstandings and unnecessary casualties."

"I also hope that during this process, all gentlemen can maintain their manners and not behave inappropriately."

After all the wizards handed over their belongings, Peter Pettigrew pointed at the open door and said calmly.

He personally supervised everyone to leave in an orderly manner, but during the queue, the gentleman with a thick American accent was

He pulled him out of the team and forced all of his belongings back into his pocket.

"Please don't hurt me sir, I will do everything according to your instructions."

The male wizard who was pulled out of the team was a little bit at a loss as to what to do by this sudden action.

So much so that he accidentally saw the face of Peter Pettigrew, and he nervously covered his eyes with his hands.

He begged desperately for mercy, and Peter Pettigrew looked at him with a smile.

Pointing at the valuables that were stuffed back into the other party's hands, he spoke calmly.

"Don't be nervous sir. Everyone here has seen my face, and I'm not trying to hurt them."

"I am a man of my words and I follow my principles. Don't worry, I will never kill you."

"Take back your belongings, but you have to do me a favor."

"What's up??"

The wizard, who was comforted, felt a little calmer, but his body was still trembling when he spoke.

Peter Pettigrew patted the other person's shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous, and then slowly spoke.

"It's not a very difficult task. After you leave, go to the British Ministry of Magic as quickly as possible to inform the Aurors."

"what did you say?"

Upon hearing this, the wizard's body stopped shaking, but his face was full of surprise.

As a Muggle-born wizard who grew up in the Great Lakes region of the United States, he had no contact with the magical world for 11 years.

He was very experienced in robbery and had seen countless robbers, big and small.

But without exception, they all gave fierce warnings when releasing the hostages.

Say something like.

"If you dare to call the police when you leave, I will find a way to kill you before I go to jail." Something like this.

This was the first time in his life that a robber asked the hostage to help him call the police.

"You heard that right."

Seeing the other person's dazed look, little Peter with a loving heart did not get angry, but spoke patiently instead.

"I would like you to inform the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic. Judging from your professional actions just now."

"You must have grown up in the Rust Belt of the United States, so please translate it into a language that you can understand and be familiar with."

"Once you leave this building, go call the police for me, okay?"

"Yes sir, no problem sir."

The male wizard nodded frantically. After all, things had come to this point, and if he didn't agree, he would be ignorant.

So as the last person to be robbed, this guy just left and opened the door of Gringotts.

He ran towards the direction of the magic step at the speed of a 100-meter race.

After releasing all the wizards, Peter Pettigrew put their belongings into a magic bag he had prepared long ago.

Humming elegant jazz music, holding a cigar in his right hand and a Thompson submachine gun in his left hand, he walked towards the goblins who were still alive.

He first found a goblin who looked younger and stepped on the other's pierced knee.

Looking down at that weird and ugly big head.

"Okay, it's your turn now. Take me to the underground vault. I need to come here to withdraw some money. Thank you."

"Gringotts...will never...give you even a penny that doesn't belong to you..."

"boom!!!"

The goblin whose wound was stepped on was twitching in pain all over, but his tone was still firm, but the other party seemed to be in a hurry.

Before he could finish his words, a gunshot rang out and the huge head was pierced by the bullet.

Peter Pettigrew looked at the Peter Star on his leather shoes and frowned slightly.

He continued to walk to the next living goblin with the gun in hand and continued to make his request in the same calm tone.

"We will never..."

"boom!!!!"

"Gringotts' reputation spans thousands of years..."

"boom!!!"

“No one can get from here….”

"boom!!!"

The same question, different answers, but often as soon as the goblin said the first sentence, a gunshot would follow.

Peter Pettigrew strolled leisurely in the hall, making his demands on the surviving goblins.

And after the other party refuses, he will be sent directly to heaven.

It was clean and neat without any delay. Ask, answer, shoot. Ask, answer, shoot.

The sound of gunfire continued to echo in the room until finally the two young goblins watched as the black figure slowly walked towards them.

He was so frightened that he was leaning against the counter and shaking.

"Take me to the underground vault, I need to come here to withdraw some money, thank you!!"

"I'll take you there, I'll take you there right away!!"

"boom!!!"

As soon as little Peter the Love Heart expressed his request, a fairy with slightly lighter skin agreed to it impatiently.

What greeted him was a bullet, which entered from between his eyebrows and created a bowl-sized hole in the back of his head.

Brain matter mixed with blood splattered onto the expensive solid wood counter behind.

It also splashed on the face of the last surviving goblin.

Feeling the warm liquid on his face, the fairy's spirit collapsed on the spot and he screamed hysterically.

"He has already promised you, why did you kill him?"

"I'm sorry, I was just doing it out of habit. It was my mistake. I apologize for it."

Little Love Peter sincerely apologizes.

At the same time, he took out a gold pocket watch, checked the time, and instantly put on a cold expression.

"He didn't follow the script. This is his punishment. If he had gone to the vault just now, how could he have served the Aurors who were about to appear?"

"Buy enough time."